Poems, 1±ÇStereotyped and printed by Andrew Wilson for J. Johnson, 1808 |
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... joy beyond what victory bestows ; Blest country , where these kingly glories shine ! Blest England , if this happiness be thine ! A. Guard what you say ; the patriotic tribe Will sneer and charge you with a bribe . - B . A bribe ? The ...
... joy beyond what victory bestows ; Blest country , where these kingly glories shine ! Blest England , if this happiness be thine ! A. Guard what you say ; the patriotic tribe Will sneer and charge you with a bribe . - B . A bribe ? The ...
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... joy , With which he shouts and carols Vive le Roy , Fill'd with as much true merriment and glee , As if he heard his king say - Slave , be free . Thus happiness depends , as Nature shows , Less on exterior things than most suppose ...
... joy , With which he shouts and carols Vive le Roy , Fill'd with as much true merriment and glee , As if he heard his king say - Slave , be free . Thus happiness depends , as Nature shows , Less on exterior things than most suppose ...
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... joy the good she finds : Courage in arms , and ever prompt to show His manly forehead to the fiercest foe ; Glorious in war , but for the sake of peace , His spirits rising as his toils increase , Guards well what arts and industry have ...
... joy the good she finds : Courage in arms , and ever prompt to show His manly forehead to the fiercest foe ; Glorious in war , but for the sake of peace , His spirits rising as his toils increase , Guards well what arts and industry have ...
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... joys , Nor is it yet despondence and dismay Will win her visits or engage her stay ; Pray'r only , and the penitential tear , Can call her smiling down , and fix her here . But when a country ( one that I could name ) In prostitution ...
... joys , Nor is it yet despondence and dismay Will win her visits or engage her stay ; Pray'r only , and the penitential tear , Can call her smiling down , and fix her here . But when a country ( one that I could name ) In prostitution ...
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... joys of life , Are but his rods to scourge a guilty land , And waste it at the bidding of his hand . He gives the word , and Mutiny soon roars In all her gates , and shakes her distant shores ; The standards of all nations are unfurl'd ...
... joys of life , Are but his rods to scourge a guilty land , And waste it at the bidding of his hand . He gives the word , and Mutiny soon roars In all her gates , and shakes her distant shores ; The standards of all nations are unfurl'd ...
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319 ÆäÀÌÁö - He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought; Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt, when he set out, Of running such a rig.
320 ÆäÀÌÁö - And still, as fast as he drew near, 'twas wonderful to view How in a trice the turnpike men their gates wide open threw.
323 ÆäÀÌÁö - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. " But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face ; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case." Said John, — " It is my wedding-day,. And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton And I should dine at Ware.
316 ÆäÀÌÁö - I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. ' I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend, the Calender, Will lend his horse to go.
323 ÆäÀÌÁö - And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton And I should dine at Ware. So turning to his horse, he said, I am in haste to dine, 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.
228 ÆäÀÌÁö - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
227 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ye winds ! that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? Oh, tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
162 ÆäÀÌÁö - The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a sentence at a time enough ; The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain, Then pause, and puff— and speak, and pause again. Such often, like the tube they so admire, Important triflers ! have more smoke than fire. Pernicious weed ! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys, Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex, whose presence civilizes ours...
290 ÆäÀÌÁö - He that holds fast the golden mean And lives contentedly between The little and the great Feels not the wants that pinch the poor Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbittering all his state.
322 ÆäÀÌÁö - So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.